Nummus

[...]
Someday when we're older,
Less impulsive and more wise
(Though not just by each day's passing
As I've come to realize)
We will marvel at the treasure,
Once ours to hold so free
And come to know the patterns
Which so little let us be.

That day must wait 'til later,
For now our way does lie
Through the stations of the hater
Experience alone can buy.

JB